forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Wait." Sabine stopped abruptly. "Over there!" She pointed to a booth that had intricate and detailed paintings of flowers, butterflies, and birds that reminded Sabine of a fantasy garden. She pulled Macha in that direction.

He turned his attention over to the lump of clay, and started getting the wheel spinning.

A sharp anxiety spiked the back of Fae’s mind. Oh god, what am I supposed to say to his uncle?, she thought, twisting the ring on her finger as Cruz’s confession from the night before came back to Fae, pumping worry through her. She knew Cruz wouldn’t want to be coddled, so she remained silent.

His eyes formed a serene, absent glaze over them, becoming absorbed in the hobby of turning the lump of clay into a smooth cylinder. Tan, moistened earth collected in wet cakes across his fingers.

Fae watched as Cruz’s fingers shaped the wet clay, his fingers curving out smooth rivets and dips in the shape. The atmosphere was peaceful, and put her frazzled nerves to rest as she pulled herself up into the table, watching him work.

Macha followed her friend, the cheerful mood of the festival spurring her excitement.

He blinked, snapping out of his daze as his hair got into his eyes.

Fae laughed sweetly, stepping forward to brush his locks back so that he wouldn’t get clay all over his forehead. Her fingers tingled where they’d touched his skin.

He tilted his head back for her, "Can you tie it back for me?"

“Sure.”, Fae smiled, pulling an elastic band off her wrist and doing so as best she could, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Mm." He grinned broadly.

Fae’s cheeks went faintly pink. She pulled up a stool and sat next to him, watching him as he worked with a loving smile on her face. Her gaze drifted from his hands shaping the clay to his beautiful eyes.

They'd glossed over again with a sharp, absent focus, like an eagle scanning a prarie for prey. His knee kept bouncing rythmycally to keep the wheel spinning. The natural color of his hands were drowned with the growing layers of rich clay.

Fae tucked a strand of hazel hair behind her ear, playing with her small hoop earrings as she watched years of meticulous practice and talent flow from Cruz’s expert fingers to the clay.

He pushed his thumbs down, and like magic, the cylinder bowed into a bowl shape at his command.

Fae brought out a piece of scrap paper and began to roughly sketch out some of her ideas so that her head wouldn’t overflow, tying her hair back into a side-braid.

"Do you mind if I turn on some music?"

“I don’t mind at all, do you want me to do it since your hands are dirty? Just tell me the song and I’ll put it in.”, she offered.

Sabine saw a booth where you could do your own paintings. She dragged Macha over to it and asked the girl how much it was. Seconds later Sabine was painting a vivid landscape that seemed to overflow with colorful flowers, butterflies, birds, and a bunch of animals that looked like they belonged in a fairytale book.

"Yeah, Coldplay," he commented.